Wednesday, September 16, 2009

This and that.

This is the color swatch that I picked up at Home Depot for the paint for the studio. I'm leaning toward the second one down from the top, it's called..........
FOLLOW THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD. I mean how cool is that? It's bright and cheerful but I'm still thinking about it.

I didn't sleep well last night. That usually means I'm dragging my butt around until I get some things done and I can take a nap. I cut the lawn until the blade on the tractor lawnmower wouldn't engage anymore.
I am NOT mechanically inclined so it will have to wait for John to have time to fix it. I can wait. My time on the tractor usually gives me ample reflective time for creative thoughts.
This time my brain was engaged, with feeling remorse, about a disagreement, my daughter and I had last night.
It's not easy having two grown women living in one house. Maybe if they had never been separated they would have a certain rhythm to getting along.
They would have adjusted to how each other thinks, acts and reacts.
My daughter moved in to our home about three weeks ago. We are still learning how to communicate with one another. She's not a little girl but a new mother. I'm not as young and fexible about things as I used to be.
We are developing a new language with each other.
Trust me, it isn't as easy as it sounds.
I came downstairs this morning, after she and little Riley had left for the day care provider and work, to find, my daughter had stayed up last night putting together the Fisher Price Jumperroo. The seat is a large smiling monkey's face.
Difficult to stay upset when that greets a person.
I called her at work and told her that I would work harder on my end with my expectations and she agreed to be more open and communicate more often with me.
It's a good start.





Last Sunday I put up the infamous PLUMS. Here are my jars of Plum Chutney. I had to get the step ladder out and clean out the top shelf so I could stack them up there. I have only three jars of Sweet and Sour Pickles left and three jars of the Instant Mix for Cookies to give as gifts. The little jars of Plum Chutney will be gifts for the holiday season.
It's certainly not the same scale as I used to do back in the 70's but it's nice to see them up there when I open the cabinet doors.


I took a different road on one of my errand runs the other day and came across this fascinating lawn art. At first glance I thought they were rocks or lumps of clay on top of the stumps of wood. Then I looked closer at them and they are Buddha heads. I love it when I find something like this.
Oh, the plate of cookies up there. ........
Well, after cutting the grass and still feeling out of sorts I made cookies. It's my way of mothering myself. I like the process, I like the time spent baking them. While they are in the oven I tidy up the kitchen, do those domestic jobs that I often just want to walk away from. And, the smell.................does a soul good to smell hot cookies.
I want to go out in the garage and quickly try to find what I need to work on some journal pages for my journal class with Julie. I've been boxing up things to make the move easier but it's hard when I want to play with those things. I don't like WAITING to create until another space is finished.
Wish me luck. And, while I am looking for my paints go do something creative yourself. :)Bea






10 comments:

  1. Sounds like lots of things are going through your thoughts right now. Things will calm down.
    I love the color you chose for your studio. I had a yellow for my whole house (one of them anyway) and it is a very cheerful and happy color. Love the Buddha heads too. Does your daughter read your blog? She would surely get to know you in a different way if she did. Sometimes daughters only see their mothers in a certain way, ya know what I mean.

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  2. Thanks Yvonne. A day of just taking it easy and doing what I felt like, helped. I actually started my blog way back when, because I thought it was a way for my kids to get to know me as a person and not as Ma.
    Sometimes I hear from the oldest son that he's read something, very rarely from the middle one and I don't think Mary is interested at this point in time.
    That's ok, it's turned out that I enjoy posting period. It's there if they ever are interested.
    Mary is learning what life is like being a Mom. It's a bit of a shock when a lot of your friends are still single and having fun every night. :)Bea

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  3. I love the colour of yellow, it makes me happy. The smell of something cooking in the oven, especially cookies always makes me feel better. I have a 21 year old at home, and sometimes her and I are like oil and water. She is trying to make her way in life. And I have definite way I think she should do things....growing up with your mother living in your face must be hard for them. I know if I lived with my mother, and I love her dearly , would drive me crazy.... I am also taking Julies class and loving it.

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  4. Thanks Lee for your comments. I know I never could have lived in the same house with my mother. NOW, my MIL, absolutely. She was a dear.
    Luckily, Mary and I don't have any disagreements about the care and loving of Riley (3month old). And, I understand it's hard to be a single mom, living at home. Communication, that's the key. :)Bea

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  5. The hardest thing to remember when you're in the middle of the squirmish, I find, is that the real key is both of you wanting to fix the problem. Sometimes I have to wait for Thomas to process and move through his anger, but in the end--he doesn't want things to stay strained. I'm not sure that ultimately that isn't what LOVE is..wanting to be connected and taking steps to be.

    Love the yellow and agree with your other readers. My bedroom here is a dull gold which is very warm and compliments the oaks floors. Will be very different going to a "white" house.

    The plum chutney sounds delicious. Would make a great housewarming gift. Hint. Hint. Did you get my email re. coming with me to close? You may be too busy--but would love to have you there if you can.
    Donna

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  6. I love white walls as a showcase for lots of colorful things. For bedrooms, private spaces, bathrooms I like color. It's not that I don't have art in those rooms but it seems like private spaces or creative spaces need to saturate your beeing, or wrap around you and protect you, does that make sense?
    I would love to go with you to the closing D but there is so much on my plate right now, I better stay home. I'll be with you in spirit. :)Bea

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  7. Interesting color you chose. Hopefully it doesn't turn out too electric for you.

    As for the plum chutney, it looks really good. Tell me, do you use a lot of sugar in your receipe?

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  8. Awwww G, if it was the third down I would say maybe a little bright but the second one down. That's tame for me.
    The chutney takes 4 quarts of plums, 3 cups of brown sugar, 2 cups raisins, 1 chopped onion,mustard seed, ginger and salt. Then you pour in 3 cups vinegar and cook until thickened.
    :)Bea

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  9. Hey Bea! Love the yellow you're going with, love the lawn art and the chutney, sigh, double love it! LOL! You're an angel to do all you do. Oh wait, you're a mom. LOL!
    Linda

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  10. Love the yellow and boy does that plum chutney sound wonderful! I think I would have a hard time living with my mom - what a tough decision to move back home; especially with a baby!

    Funny about your blog - when I started it I thought that my mom (and family) could read it and think of me as more than just a daughter, cousin, sister etc. Funny thing is - none of them read it!

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